Allegedly unscheduled weekend
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pameladeanI keep meaning to post about things and letting them slip by. Among the things I have not posted about are seeing Henry V and Two Gentlemen of Verona at the Guthrie, the latter with nickel tour by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clindau afterwards; the Minn-Stf Pool Party, another fine part thrown by a friend; also, going further back, my last trip to California before Eric moved, a Great Big sea concert that David and I went to in September, and having read, with enormous pleasure and increasing admiration, Sherwood Smith's first three Inda books.
Edited to add: I forgot to mention that the upstairs toilet overflowed on Friday, necessitating the mopping with bleach solution of three floors (I only had to do one of them); and that Eric cut his finger chopping up ginger.
What with all those parties and theatrical events, not to mention a Minn-Stf meeting and some family birthday celebrations, Eric and I had been finding our Saturday dates rather crowded. We decided to cook this Saturday but do nothing else that required scheduling. It was already too late, though, really.carbonel had decided that I needed to see Bend It Like Beckham, and the Saturday just past was the first chance we had had to do that. I'd been getting up around 8:30 or 9:00 a.m., so I figured it would be no trouble to get ready, shovel the forecast snow, and even poke at my book a little before taking the bus over to carbonel's for the movie.
However, on Friday I had a very pleasant lunch withclindau at Namaste, and made the mistake of having chai. They will make it with soy milk if you ask them. I need to be careful about caffeine, but a cup of real tea at noon seldom discommodes me. The little spurt of energy to offset the somewhat soporific effects of white rice was very useful, and I did laundry and poked at my book. Raphael and I rushed off around 7:30 to get takeout from Quang, and got home just in time for "Dollhouse," followed far too hard upon by "Battlestar: Galactica" and then, after a mere hour, by "Monk." I am watching too much TV. Luckily some of it is going away, either temporarily or permanently, fairly soon. In any case, between the residual caffeine and the TV, I was still wide awake at two a.m. Oh, well, I thought, it's my turn to sleep with David, and I'll wake up whether I want to or not when he gets up to go to work.
Of course, it was Saturday when we woke up, and David got up at ten, which barely gave me time to take medication and shower before leaping out to catch the bus. I missed my 18 and had to wait in the wind for it, and then had a longer wait than I might for the 515, because I'd missed the good connection. However, I did manage to get off at the right street, which is rather a stealth street and seems not to be there sometimes. Eric andcarbonel and I went to lunch at the India Cafe, it having been decided that the movie required one to be full of Indian food first. The food was splendid, and we want to go back. However, we had to be hollered after by the cashier before we understood that we should bus our dishes. tnh and I once went into a restaurant in Madison with very specific, non-obvious rules about where one ordered and how and where one waited for food, and were treated like deliberately-obtuse troublemakers by a staff member; we agreed at that time that restaurants should be obligated to post FAQs very prominently. The India Cafe should do that too.
I really enjoyed the movie, and the company was just right for it. We then visited the mother cat and kittens thatcarbonel was looking after, and then Eric and I bundled ourselves up and went to catch the 515. We were ambling along talking instead of striding along boldly, and our bus went by our stop about a minute early. So we got to wait in the cold and wind there ,and then again at Nicollet because, of course, we had missed the good connection with the 18. We got home later than planned by more than an hour, and were met by a mild inquiry from David about whether we were really going to make dinner. Perhaps we should have said No, but I was determined.
Eric said he was in a hot-chocolate mood, so I made some with soy milk, cutting the sugar down by half, and the drink proved reviving. We made aloo gobi according to the tutorial that is one of the DVD extras for Bend It Like Beckham, and I adapted a recipe for curried halibut to tilapia and added a pound of spinach, because Indian protein dishes don't have enough vegetable and we were not about to make yet a third dish. The stove isn't big enough, for one thing.
David and Lydy and I had a good time eating and talking until after ten. Eric and I talked some more about the movie, but we were both worn out by, apparently, being in the cold so long and cooking so much, and we had to get up comparatively early for us.
On Sunday David and Lydy dropped us off at Minneapolis Friends Meeting for the 11:15 meeting. I was a little dubious about this because I have had enough going to church to last me several lifetimes, and the only Quaker meetings I've ever been to before today were unprogrammed, which was definitely one of the good aspects of them for me. This was not like church, however. I felt for much of the hour as if it were rather too Jesusy for me, but finally decided that the Quaker Jesus was rather different from anybody else's and that, provided I didn't have to think about him every week, I would be okay with him. Eric had introduced me to some very nice people, but we had to rush off after meeting to get home in time for me to go to Northfield with David. I bolted a dish of leftover aloo gobi, gave Eric a hasty kiss, and rushed off.
We had a pleasant drive in the late-afternoon light and a nice visit with David's mother. It was still light when we drove home again, so I have some hope that spring is actually coming.
"All I ask is day after day with nothing planned."
Yeah, right.
My regards to you all,
Pamela
clindau afterwards; the Minn-Stf Pool Party, another fine part thrown by a friend; also, going further back, my last trip to California before Eric moved, a Great Big sea concert that David and I went to in September, and having read, with enormous pleasure and increasing admiration, Sherwood Smith's first three Inda books.Edited to add: I forgot to mention that the upstairs toilet overflowed on Friday, necessitating the mopping with bleach solution of three floors (I only had to do one of them); and that Eric cut his finger chopping up ginger.
What with all those parties and theatrical events, not to mention a Minn-Stf meeting and some family birthday celebrations, Eric and I had been finding our Saturday dates rather crowded. We decided to cook this Saturday but do nothing else that required scheduling. It was already too late, though, really.
carbonel had decided that I needed to see Bend It Like Beckham, and the Saturday just past was the first chance we had had to do that. I'd been getting up around 8:30 or 9:00 a.m., so I figured it would be no trouble to get ready, shovel the forecast snow, and even poke at my book a little before taking the bus over to carbonel's for the movie.However, on Friday I had a very pleasant lunch with
clindau at Namaste, and made the mistake of having chai. They will make it with soy milk if you ask them. I need to be careful about caffeine, but a cup of real tea at noon seldom discommodes me. The little spurt of energy to offset the somewhat soporific effects of white rice was very useful, and I did laundry and poked at my book. Raphael and I rushed off around 7:30 to get takeout from Quang, and got home just in time for "Dollhouse," followed far too hard upon by "Battlestar: Galactica" and then, after a mere hour, by "Monk." I am watching too much TV. Luckily some of it is going away, either temporarily or permanently, fairly soon. In any case, between the residual caffeine and the TV, I was still wide awake at two a.m. Oh, well, I thought, it's my turn to sleep with David, and I'll wake up whether I want to or not when he gets up to go to work.Of course, it was Saturday when we woke up, and David got up at ten, which barely gave me time to take medication and shower before leaping out to catch the bus. I missed my 18 and had to wait in the wind for it, and then had a longer wait than I might for the 515, because I'd missed the good connection. However, I did manage to get off at the right street, which is rather a stealth street and seems not to be there sometimes. Eric and
carbonel and I went to lunch at the India Cafe, it having been decided that the movie required one to be full of Indian food first. The food was splendid, and we want to go back. However, we had to be hollered after by the cashier before we understood that we should bus our dishes. tnh and I once went into a restaurant in Madison with very specific, non-obvious rules about where one ordered and how and where one waited for food, and were treated like deliberately-obtuse troublemakers by a staff member; we agreed at that time that restaurants should be obligated to post FAQs very prominently. The India Cafe should do that too.I really enjoyed the movie, and the company was just right for it. We then visited the mother cat and kittens that
carbonel was looking after, and then Eric and I bundled ourselves up and went to catch the 515. We were ambling along talking instead of striding along boldly, and our bus went by our stop about a minute early. So we got to wait in the cold and wind there ,and then again at Nicollet because, of course, we had missed the good connection with the 18. We got home later than planned by more than an hour, and were met by a mild inquiry from David about whether we were really going to make dinner. Perhaps we should have said No, but I was determined.Eric said he was in a hot-chocolate mood, so I made some with soy milk, cutting the sugar down by half, and the drink proved reviving. We made aloo gobi according to the tutorial that is one of the DVD extras for Bend It Like Beckham, and I adapted a recipe for curried halibut to tilapia and added a pound of spinach, because Indian protein dishes don't have enough vegetable and we were not about to make yet a third dish. The stove isn't big enough, for one thing.
David and Lydy and I had a good time eating and talking until after ten. Eric and I talked some more about the movie, but we were both worn out by, apparently, being in the cold so long and cooking so much, and we had to get up comparatively early for us.
On Sunday David and Lydy dropped us off at Minneapolis Friends Meeting for the 11:15 meeting. I was a little dubious about this because I have had enough going to church to last me several lifetimes, and the only Quaker meetings I've ever been to before today were unprogrammed, which was definitely one of the good aspects of them for me. This was not like church, however. I felt for much of the hour as if it were rather too Jesusy for me, but finally decided that the Quaker Jesus was rather different from anybody else's and that, provided I didn't have to think about him every week, I would be okay with him. Eric had introduced me to some very nice people, but we had to rush off after meeting to get home in time for me to go to Northfield with David. I bolted a dish of leftover aloo gobi, gave Eric a hasty kiss, and rushed off.
We had a pleasant drive in the late-afternoon light and a nice visit with David's mother. It was still light when we drove home again, so I have some hope that spring is actually coming.
"All I ask is day after day with nothing planned."
Yeah, right.
My regards to you all,
Pamela
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Date: 2009-02-23 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 09:30 am (UTC)We made aloo gobi according to the tutorial that is one of the DVD extras for Bend It Like Beckham
Ooh. //wants DVD now
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Date: 2009-02-23 07:43 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2009-02-23 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-25 02:23 am (UTC)My Quaker sweetie tells me that I am honoring any meeting by attending it and sitting in silence, but I know perfectly well that they need volunteers, all done by kindness, and that at some point I'd have to either jump in or get out.
P.
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Date: 2009-02-23 01:51 pm (UTC)Last night I made mathgeekboy curried cauliflower with tomatoes. I had almost none of the required ingredients except cauliflower (froze) and tomatoes. But it came out great! (I used the Mark Bittman recipe in How to Cook Everything. Why have I not used this cookbook before?)
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Date: 2009-02-23 07:42 pm (UTC)"Bend it Like Beckham" is not about food so much as it is about soccer and gender roles, but there is enough food discussed and shown that being full first is good. The tutorial is hilarious, but the recipe works fine.
P.
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Date: 2009-02-23 07:50 pm (UTC)The boy had prior negative experience of overcooked cauliflower, so I wanted to make sure whatever I did was as far from that as possible. So a less-seasoned version of cauliflower seemed mildly risky (especially as it was frozen, not fresh).
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Date: 2009-02-25 02:24 am (UTC)Yes, I don't know of many cuisines that can really make the most of frozen veggies the way Indian can.
P.
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Date: 2009-02-24 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-25 02:25 am (UTC)P.
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Date: 2009-02-23 05:30 pm (UTC)isn't this a requirement for all movies?
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Date: 2009-02-23 07:43 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2009-02-24 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 04:03 pm (UTC)That's a hell of a schedule.
Stupid economy indeed. That show really should be packing them in. I have to say, though, that even though nobody in this household has been laid ff (yet) and I was looking for a nice treat, the prices on the play really rocked me back. I'm for more government support for the arts, myself, so ticket prices don't have to be so high.
P.
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Date: 2009-02-24 04:23 pm (UTC)It is a bit of a gamble, getting a good ticket that way, but small pre-sold crowds increase the odds. I wonder how much repeat business we'll get via the rush.
Ignore me and do what you like
Date: 2009-02-24 11:43 pm (UTC)You should post about Sherwood Smith's first three Inda books because when smart people talk about books I like, they always point out cool stuff I missed; and you are one of the very best people I know at that.
Most important, you should post what ever you like.
Re: Ignore me and do what you like
Date: 2009-02-25 02:25 am (UTC)P.